Lays of the Minnesingers Or German Troubadours of the Twelfth and Thirteenth Centuries: Illustr. by Specimens of the Contemporary Lyric Poetry of Provence and Other Parts of Europe : With Histor. and Crit. Notes, and Engravings from the Ms. of the Minnesingers in the King's Library at Paris, and from Other Sources
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Lays of the minnesingers or German troubadours of the twelfth and thirteenth ...
German troubadours,Edgar Taylor
Affichage du livre entier - 1825
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Page 232 - THE beautiful spring delights me well, When flowers and leaves are growing ; And it pleases my heart to hear the swell Of the birds' sweet chorus flowing, In the echoing wood ; And I love to see, all scattered around, Pavilions and tents on the martial ground ; And my spirit finds it good To see, on the level plains beyond, Gay knights and steeds caparison'd.
Page 39 - For, lo, the winter is past, The rain is over and gone ; The flowers appear on the earth ; The time of the singing of birds is come, And the voice of the turtle is heard in our land ; The fig-tree putteth forth her green figs, And the vines with the tender grapes give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Page 156 - In a snowy vest, There grass is growing, With dewdrops glowing, And flowers are seen On beds so green. All down in the grove, Around, above, Sweet music floats ; As now loudly vying, Now softly sighing, The nightingale 's plying Her tuneful notes, And joyous at spring Her companions sing.
Page 208 - Under der linden an der heide, da unser zweier bette was, da mugt ir vinden schone beide gebrochen bluomen unde gras. vor dem walde in einem tal, tandaradei, schone sanc diu nahtegal.
Page 207 - There strayed I in that hour. Roaming on, the nightingale Sang sweetly in my ear ; And by the greenwood's shady side A dream came to me there ; Fast by the fountain, where bright flowers Of sparkling hue we see, Close sheltered from the summer beat, That vision came to me.
Page 235 - As they who tell those tales have grossly lied. When I approach the gaming board to play, May I not turn a penny all the day, Or may the board be shut, the dice untrue, If the truth dwell not in me, when I say No other fair e'er wiled my heart away, From her I've long desired and loved — from you. Or, prisoner to some noble, may I fill Together with three more, some dungeon chill Unto each other odious company; Let master, servants, porters, try their skill, And use me for a target if they will,...
Page 166 - Hath banished care, finds many a joy: And I too would be gay, Were the load of pining care away; Were my lady kind, my soul were light, — Joy crowning joy would raise its flight. . . The flowers, leaves, hills, the vale, and mead. And May with all its light...
Page 170 - WHO would summer pleasures try, Let him to the meadows hie. O'er the mountain, in the vale, Gladsome sounds and sights prevail : In the fields fresh flowers are springing. In the boughs new carols singing, Richly in sweet harmony There the birds new music ply. This is all thine own, sweet May ! As thy softer breezes play, Snow and frost-work melt away. Old and young, come forth ! for ye Winter-bound again are free ; Up ! ye shall not grieve again. Look upon that verdant plain, Its gloomy robe no...
Page 159 - she cried, " Who can fly where he list, And can choose in the forest The tree he loves best ! " Thus, too, had I chosen One knight for mine own, Him my eye had selected, Him prized I alone : But other fair ladies Have envied my joy , And why ? for I sought not Their bliss to destroy. " As to thee, lovely summer, Returns the birds...